The Tyrant's Groom [Book Transmigration]

By the time I made a name for myself in the immortal sects, he was already a demonic cultivation prodigy, his infamy known throughout the lands. Our paths crossed at the height of our respective powers. We fought over the Endless Sea for ten days and ten nights. He shattered my Golden Core; I pierced his Spiritual Abode.Neither of us came out ahead.He was spirited away by the guardians of the Demonic Realm. After a century in seclusion, he re-emerged as the new Demon Lord—a name that made all who heard it tremble.As for me, I dragged my broken, ailing body into obscurity, eking out a meager existence in a small, unknown sect, with only a few years left to live.We met again at a bustling Grand Cultivation Assembly. Countless old acquaintances failed to recognize me, but he spotted me in an instant. Without hesitation, he sent a palm strike flying my way.With a sickening thud, I was sent flying, vomiting blood, and I fainted on the spot.When I opened my eyes, he was standing over me, his expression thunderous. “How did you become such a waste?!”Between wracking coughs that felt like they were tearing my ruined lungs apart, I managed to roll my eyes. “Just as you wished. I’m dying.”He refused to accept it. He went to incredible lengths to retrieve my long-lost sword, insisting I fight him one more time. Forced to comply, I took it. With a loud clang, the once-familiar blade slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.His eyes widened in shock. I met his gaze, unflinching.That’s right. I can’t even hold a sword anymore.I had long since accepted my fate, but he refused to give up. He became obsessed, forcing priceless immortal elixirs down my throat, searching realms for miracle workers to heal me. While he was at it, he even annihilated the old enemies who had massacred my clan.I was a little touched. “You’re being so good to me. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me?”“Bullshit!” His face twisted. “I just want to beat you fair and square again! Yan Jingyu, if you’re going to die, you can only die at my hands!”As my final day drew nearer, he grew so anxious he couldn’t sleep at night, his hair falling out in clumps.Meanwhile, I ate well and slept soundly. I spent my days strolling through his demonic palace, teasing the local demons and monsters, and lazily awaiting my end.With half a year left, I saw him sitting on the roof, staring blankly into the distance. I stood below and opened my arms. “Hey! Get me up there!”He glanced at me, and for once, his usual ferocious cruelty was gone. Wordlessly, he lifted me up with a wave of his hand.I settled down beside him and, as cheekily as ever, used the nickname he despised. “Liao Xiao Mei*, I’m really dying. You should stop wasting your…”Before I could finish, this infamous lord of an entire realm lowered his head, and tears began to fall like rain.Me: “…”Wait, no— Fine! I’ll train properly, okay? I’ll do my best to get back to my peak before I die and give you that satisfying fight you want!Hey, hey, hey, just stop crying already…

A little mute transfers to the top-tier class. With a harmless, soft, and utterly pitiable appearance. Everyone assumes he’ll be crushed, broken, and left crawling in this cutthroat, merit-driven academic battleground. Due to his special circumstances, the teacher asks Jiang Zhao to keep an eye on him, befriend the new student, and offer help if possible. That same afternoon, in a narrow alley, Jiang Zhao witnesses the little mute taking on three guys alone—his smartwatch blaring a monotone electronic voice: *"Dumbass, scared yet. Dumbass, scared yet. Dumbass, scared yet."* Seventy days later, the entire school realizes there’s a reason Heaven didn’t give him a mouth (…) --- Two rumors circulate about the top student Jiang Zhao, and someone from the elite class risks their life to confirm both are true: 1. Jiang Zhao is completely colorblind, relying on special glasses to live normally. 2. Because of this, he’s a bit… unhinged. With glasses, he’s human. Without them, he’s a beast. Transfer student Yu Li is kindly warned: *Stay away from Jiang Zhao’s glasses. Stay away from Jiang Zhao without glasses.* Yu Li shrugs it off. He can’t imagine the refined, studious class monitor could possibly be that wild. Until the day he accidentally smashes Jiang Zhao’s glasses— From birth, Jiang Zhao has only ever seen the world in black and white. But when his glasses break, he discovers something unusual about the little classmate beside him. For one, in his monochrome world, Yu Li is the only one in color. For another, any contact with Yu Li restores color to everything around him. And most mysteriously, the fork Yu Li licks retains its hue—enough to stain a watermelon red… Jiang Zhao: *Hmm…* Upon learning Jiang Zhao can see color through him, the other boy begins regularly asking to hold his hand—with utmost sincerity: *"Don’t worry, I’m not a pervert. I have no ulterior motives. I just want to see the world properly through you. That’s all."* Yu Li believes him, wholeheartedly, for years. Until one morning, long after, he opens his eyes and realizes— *…My classmates weren’t lying.*

Original Title: *The Daily Life of a Lethargic Salted Fish* Jiang Wu is a ghost who has wandered for a thousand years. One day, he gains a physical body—only to find himself inhabiting a historically infamous, usurped, and beheaded tyrant. Jiang Wu: "Hmm..." For a lethargic slacker, the role of emperor is a nightmare. Jiang Wu just wants to hand over the throne and return to being a free-roaming ghost as soon as possible. To force the Yin family to rebel faster, he summons their heir, Yin Wuzhi, to serve in the palace. The court erupts in outrage, and the Yin family nearly storms in to skin him alive. That night, Jiang Wu slowly demands humiliating treatment from the furious Yin Wuzhi: he wants to be held, fed, and lulled to sleep. Once done, he sends Yin Wuzhi off to handle official documents. The next day, the humiliation continues: he demands to be held, pushed on a swing, and lifted high. Once done, he sends Yin Wuzhi off to handle official documents. On the third day, with grave solemnity, Jiang Wu declares: he wants to be held, kissed, and for Yin Wuzhi to squat down and listen obediently. Yin Wuzhi stares at the lazy lump languidly draped on the couch: "..." *This is too much!!!!* "If I don’t kill you, my name isn’t Yin Wuzhi!!!" *Furiously processes paperwork.jpg* Then, a year passes. Then two. Every day, the lazy salted fish humiliates Yin Wuzhi, forcing him to handle documents—yet the throne grows more secure, the people prosper, and the empire flourishes like never before. Jiang Wu: "..." "Logically, my fate should have ended. Why is everything fine?" *Decides to test it himself.jpg* Yin Wuzhi... Yin Wuzhi loses his mind. —Lethargic Salted Fish (bottom) × Blackening-on-the-Verge Protagonist (top) *Title and synopsis have been censored; this might be a crack romcom. Historians, steer clear. *The protagonist is *genuinely* absurdly lethargic. (Repeated x3) *[ML’s suffering] = Overworked, burdened with responsibilities, only to return and beg on his knees—for the MC to eat, drink, and *not* die. (Not an exaggeration.) *Rumor has it this novel gets sleepier the more you read. Recommended for bedtime. (Some may feel the opposite.)

In his previous life, Yun Qingci loved the Emperor more than life and death. When he was alive, he made soup and clothes for him, and in politics, he helped monitor his officials, even his family.He was solely dedicated to the emperor, and all his scheming strategies were used to gain favour. He never borrowed his power as the Lord Empress to seek employment for his relatives, and he did not show favoritism. He can be said to be strictly impartial and incorruptible, not even recognizing his own family.Outsiders were terrified of him, and relatives hated him, but Yun Qingci didn’t care. However, in the end, he was thrown into the cold palace by the only person he cared about and his whole family imprisoned.Finally, he committed su*cide on that snowy day, and fell down that gilded tower.Reincarnated, Yun Qingci retracted his claws, picked up the glass pieces of his heart, and conducted himself evasively in society. Acting as an escort to the Emperor for his relatives, he decided to become a proud Lord Empress that doesn’t need to be treasured or can have his status shaken.Unexpectedly, the emperor who abandoned him like a shoe, praised by countless courtiers for both his virtue and kindness, suddenly changed his temper. He became cold and harsh, paranoid and cruel.The servants who confronted Yun Qingci? He would beat them. The imperial concubines that provoked Yun Qingci? He’d punish them. A small person who framed Yun Qingci? He would kill him. When someone tries to approach Yun Qingci, he would become jealous to the extreme.Soon everyone knew that Empress Yun was the emperor’s inverse scale. He was not allowed to be hurt, touched, or even looked at.Yun Qingci, the fairy man, is speechless: So you like me not loving you, why didn’t you say that sooner?Gong: ……

Everyone knows Ye Baisi is the pet bird that Young Master Duan has lovingly raised. Beautiful, sensible, obedient, and docile—utterly devoted to Young Master Duan. Ye Baisi stayed by Duan Chen's side for eight years, memorizing all his preferences and aversions, witnessing both his refined demeanor and his beastly side. For eight years, he played the role of the perfect lover for Duan Chen. So perfect that the entire Duan family believed he was hopelessly, completely in love, cherishing Duan Chen above all else. Eight years later, when Ye Baisi left, Duan Chen merely raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, "Oh." He didn’t even glance back as Ye Baisi walked away. When friends asked, Duan Chen answered dismissively, "He hasn’t worked in eight years—he’s been ruined by me." Later, staring at his helpless, dependent reflection in the mirror, his expression darkened: So... why was *he* the one who’d been ruined? Meanwhile, over those eight years, Ye Baisi had secretly amassed a fortune. Now, not only was he free from financial worries, he was even covertly raising a little wolf pup! Duan Chen: "…" I’ve been cuckolded???